The feet were now lingering at her ankle, the cold toes stroking her gently. With each stroke, she started feeling funny. The funny feeling was nothin... but her gradually getting wet again. As it is, she was already wet from her previous session of fun.She tried looking up at Rahul, but he seemed to have no expression. He seemed so composed, almost as if nothing was happening at all. The toes kept crawling up, and with every inch of it climbing, there were shivers down Shruti’s spine. She was. When I stood up, she saw my hard on and just reached over and put her hand on it."Johnny, you looked excited, if I show you my body, will you show me yours?"Again, all I could do was nod; she stood up and took my hand, then led me to her bedroom. She took off her top and then turned around to pull the bottoms off and I could see her bare ass. Now I'm telling you she didn't have a sexy body, her ass was big and her tits sagged and she had wrinkles everywhere but I didn't care she looked hot. ~~~~~It turned out to be a stunning suite, the large bedroom with its king size bed and the large dining/living room both elegantly furnished in beautiful French period pieces, the balcony open to a vista that led our eyes to Notre Dame and the shimmering Seine beyond."Ta da," I finally announced smugly to Daddy, after we had both taken in the rooms, the view, the flowers, the fruit basket, the chocolates, the champagne cooling... "So now, what do you think of my little subterfuge my dear. When she talked to her husband she wanted all of what she had to say, all that she now knew, to be vetted and clear in her head. Owen was the only one who had a hope of being able to help her Sam: her children’s dad.It was 7:30 when she pulled up in front of the man’s house: she’d had to pullover to control her sobbing more than once. Getting out of her car she walked purposefully up the steps to the middle class ranch style she’d visited just the day before.She waited. The man was ill; it.